Romance B(u)y The Book--October 19th, Mark Your Calendar!!!

Guess what! I'll be blogging on LifetimeTV.com on the 19th!!! A very cool opportunity compliments of my friend Michelle Buonfiglio--thanks for the chance to hang with the Bellas at Romance B(u)y The Blog!!!

Check out the J.R. Ward blog going on this week ;o) That'll be me soon...sigh...

http://www.lifetimetv.com/lifestyle/entertainment/romance-buy-the-book/blogs

To those whom I owe goodies, they're going out in the mail tomorrow (when I ship out the last of the stuff I'll need at the NJ conference this weekend). So sorry for the delay. But did I mention that Remember Me is amazing???? Oh, and my editor called to say she LOVED the revisions to Baby Steps (my Mother's Day novella). So all's well.

To those who want more of Because of a Boy--you're going to fall in love with my little Dillon ;o)

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Dillon Digarro kept his eyes squeezed shut.

The grown ups were arguing in the hall now. He could still hear how angry they were. The shaking had come back--the shaking that didn't happen when it was just him and his papa.

Papa never got angry when it was just the two of them.

That nice nurse, Kate, was mad at Papa. Just like she was mad at the man who'd brought Dillon the car. And some other voice had been arguing with them, too.

Dillon just wanted to go home.

Not to another shelter, or another city. He wanted to go back home. Back to Colombia with Papa, except there were angry, scary people there, too.

Kate had been so nice at the shelter. She'd taken care of him when she'd found him hurt. She'd been with him almost all the time at hospital. He wished she'd come back. He liked it when she sat with him, even if she was mad at Papa.

She didn't understand why Papa hadn't come in the ambulance. She didn't like Dillon being hurt and scared, and she thought it was Papa's fault. She was wrong, but she was worried, and that felt good. There was no one else to worry but Papa.

He searched under the blanket with his good arm, until his fingers brushed the car he'd hidden there. Kate didn't know it was the first toy Dillon had had since leaving Colombia. She didn't know how worried his papa must be to have sent it.

We have to be able to move at a moment's notice. We can't risk taking anything that someone's seen us with. That's all they'd need to track us.

They never stopped moving. Atlanta was the longest they'd been anywhere in a year. They wore other people's clothes. Dillon's only toys where whatever the shelters had. Everything had to be left when they moved. Everything but the clothes they were wearing, and they got new second-hand stuff as soon as they stopped someplace new. He was tired of broken toys, clothes no one else wanted, and all the faces of people he wasn't supposed to talk to. Kids who couldn't be friends. All of it left behind, as soon as something spooked Papa and it was time to move again.

Except now he had his car.

Did that mean they could finally stop running?

Papa couldn't come to the hospital himself because Kate was mad at him. But if Dillon could get her and everyone else to understand, maybe they could stay in Atlanta.

Except he wasn't supposed to talk about anything with anyone.

Wait there for me. Try to get better. I'll come get you when it's time, Papa had said as the ambulance men took Dillon away.

When it was time...

Time to run again.

Dillon squeezed the car to his sore ribs, missing his papa, missing home--even though home was where they'd run from first. Home was what Papa was protecting Dillon from the most.

Except Dillon hurt and he was scared, and he wanted his own clothes and his room full of toys, and the friends he knew he'd never see again.

Papa was worried about him. The doctors and nurses here were worried. Everyone was worried about everything but what really mattered.

When were the men after his papa going to stop hunting them?

When would it finally be safe to stay somewhere? Be someone real? Have real friends and real toys like his new car, without waiting for it all to disappear?